The Abyss Entrance

After Fu Baihou spoke, his gaze fell upon several cultivators standing at the cliff's edge.

Their faces turned deathly pale at once. By the time they realized what was happening, it was already too late. They stood closest to the ten Throne Lords, and had practically pushed their own lives to the edge of the cliff. Now that Fu Baihou had personally named them, they were truly caught between advancing and retreating.

Anyone with eyes could see that beneath this abyss lay endless danger. The chill wafting up from its depths was as though an ancient snow demon were waiting below for them to deliver themselves into its jaws.

"I will not say it a second time." Fu Baihou spoke coldly, a glint of killing intent flashing through his eyes.

The several cultivators felt a chill run down their spines, their scalps prickling. Not going meant death, but going also meant death. There truly seemed to be no path left for them.

Yet they still chose to move, because refusing meant dying immediately at Fu Baihou's hands. If they went down and were lucky enough, perhaps they might still have a chance to live.

This time, Fu Baihou did not walk in front. He had several cultivators go first, his icy gaze forcing them to take their steps.

Gritting their teeth, the cultivators finally gathered the true essence within their bodies and condensed their Divine Souls around themselves for protection. Then they leapt into the air, plunging straight down into the abyss.

Fu Baihou did not immediately follow. He and the other nine Throne Lords watched coldly as the few who had jumped vanished into the abyss, as though observing the situation.

The tens of thousands of cultivators behind them all understood. Those people were likely doomed, having been sent